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Question:

An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do. After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, the Cracked pot spoke to the woman one day by the stream: "Old Woman, I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house." The woman smiled and replied, "Cracked Pot, did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on Perfect Pot’s side? I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house." Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You just have to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them. To all of my crackpot friends, have a great day, and remember to smell the flowers!

Response:

- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -sumire wrote: > An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a > pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it > while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of > water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the > cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on > daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. > Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor > cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it > could only do half of what it had been made to do. > After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, the Cracked pot > spoke to the woman one day by the stream: "Old Woman, I am ashamed of > myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way > back to your house." > The woman smiled and replied, "Cracked Pot, did you notice that there are > flowers on your side of the path, but not on Perfect Pot’s side? I have > always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of > the path, and every day while we walk back, you water > them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to > decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would > not be this beauty to grace the house." > Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each > have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You > just have to take each person for what they are and look for the good in > them. > To all of my crackpot friends, have a great day, and remember to smell the > flowers!

Are you calling me a retard? LOL! I like that tale! Of course, if she was really clever about it she would have cracked the perfect pot and had flowers both sides of the lane. Also that way the cracked pot wouldn’t have felt so much shame for so long. I guess the woman probably sold the cracked pot on EBay after she found it could talk, she probably made a fortune; now she can buy all the pots she could ever need, perfect or cracked.

Response:

- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -"sumire" (sumire_kawab…@nospam.yahoo.co.uk) writes: > An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a > pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it > while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of > water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the > cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on > daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. > Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor > cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it > could only do half of what it had been made to do. > After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, the Cracked pot > spoke to the woman one day by the stream: "Old Woman, I am ashamed of > myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way > back to your house." > The woman smiled and replied, "Cracked Pot, did you notice that there are > flowers on your side of the path, but not on Perfect Pot’s side? I have > always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of > the path, and every day while we walk back, you water > them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to > decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would > not be this beauty to grace the house." > Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each > have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You > just have to take each person for what they are and look for the good in > them.

E-mouse will be glad to read this, I am sure:) > To all of my crackpot friends, have a great day, and remember to smell the > flowers!

It’s enough that we are used to water them for you to make your pick while charitably labelling us crackpots for it;-)…smell them yourself! LOL:) —

Response:

> Are you calling me a retard? LOL!

Of course I’m not, sorry

Response:

sumire on 17/09/2005 5:09 pm wrote: >> Are you calling me a retard? LOL! > Of course I’m not, sorry

I’m sorry, I didn’t make that clear it’s an "in" joke. It’s so "in" in fact that I’m the only one who gets it. I’m so alone in this loneliness newsgroup. … er… boohoo. :v)

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